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A few years ago, the last time I was in Kyoto, I had a particular day when I'd been running around and was a good distance from my hotel. I was too tired to bother with the bus and I wasn't close to the subway, so I grabbed a taxi. The driver, surprisingly, spoke great English and was very engaging. As we talked, I told him I'm from Tennessee. It happened that he had a Patti Page cassette in his stereo.

I told you all of that so it would make sense when I said, "I once sang along to the Tennessee Waltz with a cab driver in Kyoto." Silly as it is, that's a particularly cherished memory.